Текст песни Holden Oversoul - Widespread Panic

Holden Oversoul

The screen door to the farmer’s porch\nTo the back porch to the backlands\nIs never left closed\nA new air pushed a full wind\nThat brought worlds on through\nThat only he could know\nAs the last of November passed\nHis new life with his new wife\nShe said she was feeling a little cold\nThe ghost of a clown just danced in and\nDid a few tricks and danced out again\nWarming a farmer’s soul\nSummer was all there was\nWe were working breathing heat\n'Till rising out of control\nAlong came a breeze\nWrapped our heads and around our spines\nCool air off a burning floor\nThe morning’s breaking woke us long enough\nWe were sure we could see\nThe whole of some older birds\nRiding to the ground on the falling leaves\nRiding to the ground on some falling leaves\nOne last time\nOne last time\nTo feed